Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. I nod, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and he lifts me, carrying me to the bed, his hands steady and sure. He lays me down, his gaze raking over me as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the solid, chiseled lines of his chest, the strength in his arms. I feel my breath catch, my fingers reaching for him, needing him closer, needing everything.
He leans down, his mouth capturing mine in another searing kiss, his hands roaming over me, sliding under my sweater, his touch setting my skin alight. He pulls the sweater over my head, his eyes darkening as he takes me in, his hands trailing over my bare skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake.
“God, Ivy,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “You’re perfect.”
I don’t have time to respond before his mouth is on me again, kissing, tasting, exploring, his hands pulling me closer as we move together, the world outside fading until there’s nothing left but the feel of him, the heat of his skin against mine, the way his name falls from my lips like a prayer.
When I’m with this man, the rest of the world slips away. Cole watches me, his gaze locked onto mine with a heat that could melt the snow outside his cabin window. He breathes out in that low, rough voice that sends shivers racing down my spine, “You’re a fucking vision.”
I can feel my grin stretch wide, my heart pounding as our hands find each other. We stand across from each other, fingers laced, and in this moment, it’s like nothing and no one else exists. The world outside drifting by in a blur while I’m lost in the storm brewing between us. His eyes hold me captive, steady and intense, and all I can think about is him, the way he looks at me, like I’m his whole world.
My skin tingles, alive under his gaze, my body aching with a need I’ve never known. I want him to pull me close, to feel his fingers in my hair, his lips on mine. I want him to take me away, claim me under the moonlight. But he holds back, lets me savor every moment.
He pulls me against his chest then, his voice a possessive growl as he murmurs, “You’re all mine tonight, Mrs. Claus.”
His lips press against mine, claiming me in a way that feels like the beginning of forever.
Cole’s hands are in my hair, his lips trailing down my neck, igniting a fire everywhere he touches.
“I can’t wait to fill that pretty mouth—” he groans against my skin, his hands tracing the curve of my back as he whispers between kisses.
“Oh my God, Cole…” My breath comes fast, anticipation building as his fingers graze the globes of my breasts beneath my lacy red bra.
“Babe…” His voice is low, a dangerous promise that sends a thrill straight through me. A gasp escapes me as his breath skims over my skin, his warm mouth igniting sparks along every nerve ending. His fingers work at the button and zipper of my jeans before he pushes them down my thighs. My body trembles, anticipation coiling tight as he pushes my panties aside, his fingers slipping against my heat.
His voice is a gruff murmur as he presses his lips to my inner thigh. “Babe–you’re soaking wet for me.” A growl falls from his lips. “You don’t know what that does to me.”
The raw need in his gaze, the way his touch owns me, sends a flood of desire rushing through me.
“I love how your hands feel on my skin,” I admit, my voice breaking as his thumb circles slowly against my swollen clit. “Just your breath on me makes me want to beg you to…do things.”
He chuckles, low and rough, his lips pressing kisses up my thigh, stoking the fire hotter.
“What things, baby?” He pulls back just long enough to lock his eyes with mine, waiting for me to answer.
I barely recognize my own voice, breathless, needy. “I want your fingers…everywhere. I want your mouth…against me.”
A groan rumbles from him, his hands trailing up my waist before unhooking my bra, baring my skin to the chill air and his scorching gaze. His mouth finds my breast, tongue flicking over a tightened peak, making me shudder.
“Your tits are so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice full of reverence. “So big and heavy, you make my mouth water.”
I arch into his touch, feeling my resolve slip away, surrendering to the pull of him, the way he’s making me come undone. “Cole…I need you.”
“Patience, Mrs. Claus.” His voice is smug, but there’s a hunger in his eyes that mirrors my own. “I want to savor this. Every second. Every inch of you.” He lifts his head, his fingers tracing over my pussy lips, spreading me open for him, driving me out of my mind.